Travelling north on the High Road was uneventful today. I had forgotten how boring travel can be sometimes. I find myself daydreaming about Nez’nar and his enchanting staff… I sometimes imagine he is still around, still invisible… still watching me.
I wonder if what they say about drow males is true, that they are ‘built differently’ than their surface-dwelling kin. Blessed Beshaba, let me find out, klaatu barada nikto amen.
